Page 15 of Saving the Space Pirate

Chapter Four

Killian

“Oh my God, help me.”

Ruby raced across the open area in front of the supply ship. She wore my shirt, open, so it flapped as she ran, revealing her naked breasts, bouncing, the silver rings glinting in the dim light.

Fuck me, but she was gorgeous.

I hadn’t wanted her to do this. I’d wanted to keep her well away from the fighting, but she’d insisted. It had been her idea to act as a decoy. Joe, the bastard, had agreed.

As we hadn’t had much time to come up with a plan—the supply ship was due to return to the planet within hours—I’d given in ungracefully. But I was watching carefully, laser pistol at the ready. If anything went wrong, if any of those fuckers looked like they were going to hurt her, I was taking them out, to hell with the plan.

“Help.” She screamed long and loud; she had a fine set of lungs.

Unfortunately, she was a terrible actress, but with breasts like those, did it matter? The idea was to get as many of the guards out of the ship and into the open as possible. Then I’d shoot them, being the only one with a pistol. Joe and a couple of his men would slip into the ship and dispatch anyone who was left. I’d already taken out the guard who was stationed at the gate to the landing bay. Unfortunately, he wasn’t one of the five, but one of the guards who worked at the mines. I was happy to slit his throat.

Right now, there were only two guards at the entrance. We needed more. Then as Ruby’s scream pierced the air, two more appeared at the docking bay doors of the supply ship.

Ruby skidded to a halt. “Help me. Some men tried to…it was horrible. Please…” And she crumpled to the sand in a not very convincing faint. It didn’t matter. All four guards hurried over, their attention fixed on the nearly naked woman. I wanted to wipe the slimy grins off their faces. And I would. Soon.

I waited until Joe and his men slipped around from the back of the ship, up the ramp, and through the loading doors. Then I aimed at the guard nearest Ruby. They were huddled in a close-knit bunch, and I had to get them all fast before they could react. I shot the first in the chest, and he fell to the ground. I got the second and third before they had time to even realize what was happening. But the fourth was quicker than the others. He dived for Ruby, grabbed her and came up fast—he was good—holding her in front of him as a shield.

Fuck. Shit. Crap.

I couldn’t get to him without risking Ruby. In a flash, he had his own pistol out, shooting in my direction, and I flattened myself against the side of the tunnel. He raised his wrist, probably to call for backup, his other arm loosely wrapped around Ruby.

I’m pretty sure he didn’t see her as a threat, just as a convenient shield. Her eyes were open, and she was staring at me. Her hand slid to her waist, and she slipped the knife from inside her pants. She’d never killed anyone before with a knife. Could she do it? She’d have to be fast, because if he called for backup, we were finished.

She held my gaze as she slashed the knife back and upward, into his stomach. He dropped his hold, and she dived forward, giving me a clean shot. Within seconds, he was on the ground, dead.

I hurried across as she was picking herself up. I pulled her into my arms and held her for a second. She was shaking, and I stroked her back until the quivers stopped. She pushed herself away.

“You did great,” I said.

Her smile was a little wobbly, but it was there. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

“And you stopped him.” I kissed the top of her head. And blew out my breath. Better not tell her that I’d thought he was going to kill me as well. Time to see how Joe had fared. There was no sound of approaching feet, so hopefully there was no one coming to the rescue.

I crouched down beside the closest body, took the laser pistol from his outstretched hand and tossed it to Ruby. She stuffed it down the back of her pants and then tied the shirt in a knot under her breasts. I took the other three pistols from the holsters of the dead guards. Joe’s little band of rebels could use all the weapons they could get.

Putting Ruby behind me, I headed up the ramp, listening for any sounds of fighting, but all was quiet, which I took to be a good sign. The ramp led into a large storage area, empty now. I crossed the space to an open door at the back and into a corridor. The fifth guard lay dead, his head at an awkward angle, his neck broken.

Up ahead, the sound of voices drifted down the corridor. I recognized Joe’s and followed the sound to the front of the ship and the cockpit. Two bodies were sprawled on the floor and another man stood huddled in the corner. Joe and two of his men stood off to the side.

Beside me, Ruby looked a little green. I don’t think she was good with dead bodies.

I nodded toward the man who stood in the corner. “Why’s he alive?”

“He’s our source.”

“Go drag the bodies somewhere they can’t be seen and leave him tied up with them.”

“Who put you in charge?” Joe grumbled. But he waved off his men, and they disappeared, dragging the bodies behind them.

“Are you coming with us?” I asked.

Joe shook his head. “No, I reckon not. You don’t need us to get your friends. If it comes down to a fight, a few extra men won’t make a difference, and it will just make you harder to hide.”

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